Wednesday, February 29, 2012

"sometimes i feel like a tree on a hill, at the place where all the wind blows and the hail hits the tree the hardest. all the people i love are down the side aways, sheltered under a great rock, and i am out of the fold, standing alone in the sun and the snow. i feel like i am not part of the rest somehow, although they welcome me and are kind . . . i wonder if other folks ever feel included yet alone."

nancy turner

these is my words

you know how sometimes you read something and your heart sinks almost to your stomach

and you want to cry for the honesty and understanding you find in the words?

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"I beg you…to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without ever noticing it, live your way into the answer…" - Rainer Maria Rilke